All these saddened ways, I am caught in them
Inner swirling pain, outer jester’s friend
I hope to die before I have to see
The things the world has changed, would I agree?
Lost in the tall green grass, slowly gone brown, in my mind
Should I escape what would I
Find out there, worldly affairs, some past crime?
How could I go speak my mind?
In a verse I wait to express the qualm
Imitation person angered, outer being’s loss
If I’m to live and understand
Would I then care, for it’s all planned
Wait for the rise of the night, all you see, all you hear
Severance from the goodness there
Could I call myself a citizen of this lair?
Would I indulge in its snares?
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